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Miles felt a bit embarresed due to how many times Ransom had insulted him, but he was still convinced what he had done was smart and that Ransom was just being an asshole for no reason. Ransom meanwhile, was absolutely dumbfounded by all the awful decisions Miles made. Decisisons he never would have even considered doing if he had been in his situation. He started to wonder if Blanc actually preferred stopping him to miles, because at least he wasn't stupid and would have been more of a challenge.
Ransom: NO! Why would I ever want to team up with you, especially after that whole story. You are the dumbest, most annoying, whiny, man baby I have ever met, and that's saying something when my whole family are annoying man babies! You have nothing to offer me. No more money, and no intellect. I can't even believe you were able to get as rich as you did, though I can only assume you did it by stealing everyone elses ideas, because that seems to be one of the only things you're good at. I hate Blanc but even I feel bad that he had to deal with someone as stupid as you! The only good thing is that you will die one day and I can't wait for that day. I will be dancing on your grave.
Miles begins to cry because his feelings are incredibly hurt by that.
Miles (crying): Stop! You are so mean! What did I do to you? I thought we would bond over our hatred of Blanc, but I guess not. I can't believe I'm stuck with you for the next 20 years.
Miles then walks to the other side of the room, sits down and keeps crying.
Ransom: Wait, you're here for 20 years?
Miles (still crying): YES!
Ransom: Oh no. I'm in hell. This has to be hell. That is the only explanation for this! DAMN YOU!